Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

Chapter 679 Heavyweight Trial

"This... this is what Rozier deserved!" Karkaroff's tone of voice had really begun to panic.

It was obvious that he was beginning to worry that his information would be of no use to the Ministry.

Karkaroff glanced at the door in the corner, behind which the two dementors were undoubtedly still waiting.

Immediately afterwards, he named a few more names, but they were still rejected by Crouch one by one.

Said to be a trial, this is more like a bargaining process.

Karkaroff is indeed very cunning, but Crouch is obviously better, he can ask everything the other party knows.

"Is there anything else?" Crouch asked blankly.

"Wait, there's Travers!" Karkaroff said in a panic. "He helped murder the McKinnons! By the way, there's Mulciber, who specializes in the Imperius Curse, Forced many people to do terrible things! Luke Wood, he is a spy, providing useful information to You-Know-Who from within the Ministry of Magic!"

When he said Rookwood's name, there were whispers all around.

"Rookwood!" Mr. Crouch nodded to a witch sitting in front of him, and she wrote on the parchment, "August Rookwood of the Department of Mysteries?!"

"That's him!" Karkaroff said eagerly, "I believe he used a group of wizards stationed inside and outside the Ministry of Magic to gather information for him. Rookwood's position is very important, and he has access to the Department of Mysteries..."

"Okay, the Travers and Mulciber you mentioned are what we already know." Crouch said, "Karkaroff, if that's all, you will be sent back to Azkaban, waiting for us Decide……"

"No!" Karkaroff yelled in despair, "Wait a minute, I still have more!"

In the light of the torch Harry saw him sipping juice, his pale skin contrasting sharply with his black beard and hair.

"Snape!" he cried, "Severus Snape!"

"Snape has been released by the Council!" Crouch said contemptuously. "Albus Dumbledore has vouched for him."

"No!" Karkaroff yelled, trying to break free from the chains that bound him to the chair, "I assure you, Severus Snape is a Death Eater, he is a Death Eaters!"

Dumbledore stood up, and many people looked at him.

"I've testified to it!" he said quietly. "Severus Snape was indeed a Death Eater, but he took our side before Voldemort's downfall, at great risk. Danger spies for us. He's no more a Death Eater now than you and I."

"No!" Karkaroff said unwillingly, "he didn't..."

Speaking of which, Snape's role as a double agent was indeed very successful.

Both Dumbledore and Voldemort thought he was one of their own, and even these Death Eaters believed him, and it remained the same until Voldemort returned.

For this, even Ivan has to admire, except for Snape, I am afraid that no one can do it.

"Okay, Karkaroff!" Crouch said coldly, "You assisted us in our work, I will re-examine your case, you go back to Azkaban first..."

"Snape is..." Before Harry could comment on that, Crouch's voice faded away.

The dungeon is dissipating like smoke, everything fades away.

The two of them could only see their respective, bodies - everything else turned into swirling darkness...

Then, the dungeon appeared again!

They took another seat, still the highest bench, now to Mr. Crouch's left.

The atmosphere seemed quite different from before: very relaxed, even cheerful.

The wizards on all sides were talking to each other, as if they were watching a sports game.

Alvin noticed a witch in the opposite middle row, with short blond hair, wearing a magenta robe, and sucking the tip of a dazzling green quill pen. There is no doubt that this is a younger Rita Skeeter .

His eyes swept over several people, Dumbledore was the same as before, and Moody was gone.

Mr. Crouch looked tired before, but also looked a little fierce, a little haggard...

The corner door opened and Ludo Bagman entered.

This is not an aging Ludo Bagman, but the Quidditch star Ludo Bagman in his prime.

The bridge of his nose was still intact, and his body was tall and thin, with a strong physique.

Bagman looked nervous as he sat down on the chained chair, but the chains didn't bind him.This may have lifted Bagman's spirits. He scanned the four-seat audience, waved to several people, and smiled.

"Ludo Bagman, you have been brought before the Council of Magical Laws to answer charges of your Death Eater activities," said Mr. Crouch. Do you have anything else to say before?"

"Just one sentence!" Ludo Bagman smiled unnaturally, "Well, I know I'm a fool..."

One or two wizards in the surrounding seats smiled indulgently and nodded.

Mr. Crouch was unmoved, he looked down at Ludo Bagman with a serious and loathing expression.

"Bagman was once a Death Eater?" Harry asked in a low voice, surprised in his voice.

"No, as he himself said, he is a fool!" Ivan replied.

"Ludo Bagman, you were caught passing information to Voldemort's henchmen!" Mr. Crouch said, "For this reason, I recommend that you be imprisoned in Azkaban for at least..."

But there were angry shouts from all four seats, and several wizards stood up and shook their heads at Mr. Crouch, and even waved their fists.

"Barty, I told you, I didn't know!" Bagman's round blue eyes widened, and he shouted eagerly amidst the booing, "I didn't know that Rookwood was my father's friend! I I never thought he belonged to the mysterious man, I thought I was collecting intelligence for our people! Rookwood kept saying that he would find me a job in the Ministry of Magic, after I retired from the Quidditch team, You know, I can't be chased by Bludgers all my life, can I?"

There was another whisper, and giggles erupted from the audience.

"Vote," said Mr. Crouch coldly. "Attention the jury. Hands up for the sentence of imprisonment. . . . "

Not a single hand was raised, and many wizards even started to applaud, and one of the witches in the jury stood up.

"What's going on?!" Crouch yelled loudly.

"We would like to congratulate Mr. Bagman for his excellent performance in the Quidditch match against Turkey last Saturday, winning glory for the British team." The witch said excitedly, "This is our honor!"

Mr. Crouch looked furious, and Bagman rose to his feet, bowed and smiled as the dungeon burst into applause.

"Bastard!" Mr. Crouch sat down when Bagman walked out of the dungeon, and said angrily to Dumbledore, "Rookwood really found him a job, Ludo Bagman came to work It will be an unfortunate day for the Ministry of Magic..."

Immediately afterwards, the dungeon disappeared again.

When it appeared again, Ivan, Harry, and Dumbledore were still sitting next to Mr. Crouch, and their positions had not changed.

But the atmosphere was very different, the room was very quiet, only the sobbing sound of a vulnerable witch next to Mr. Crouch was heard, she clutched a handkerchief to her mouth with trembling hands.

Ivan suddenly regained his energy. He knew that this was the trial of Barty Crouch Jr., and the critical moment came!

He also remembered that Sirius and Barty Crouch Jr. were sentenced on the same day.

Of course, Sirius was not tried at the time, he was imprisoned in Azkaban.

However, he must be here now!

Chapter 680 Cold-Blooded Crouch

On the trial seat, Crouch's complexion was more haggard and gray than before, and a vein on his temple was twitching.

"On behalf of the Wizengamot Special Tribunal, I pronounce that Sirius Black will be permanently imprisoned in the Azkaban Wizarding Prison for various crimes." Crouch said seriously, "Does anyone have any objections?"

There was silence, only Mr. Crouch's voice echoed in the silent dungeon.

Dumbledore seemed to want to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

It was not fair or procedural that the Ministry of Magic had not tried Sirius.

But Sirius was really in a bad state at the time. After he thought he killed Peter Pettigrew, he entered a state of madness. He wanted to atone for Harry's parents and voluntarily confessed to many unwarranted crimes.

Aiwen was thinking that if he went to the detention room now, he might be able to see Sirius.

"The next thing..." Crouch looked around, as if there were a lot of dragons all of a sudden, "Bring it in!"

The door in the corner opened again, and six dementors escorted four people in.

Unlike the previous silence, many people turned to look at Mr. Crouch, and a few people were whispering.

The Dementors put the four of them into four chained chairs in the center of the dungeon. One of the pudgy men stared blankly at Crouch; the other, a thinner man, seemed more nervous, with his eyes directed towards the auditorium look up.

A woman with thick black hair and long eyelashes looks as if she is sitting on a throne.

She was Bellatrix in her youth. She looked beautiful, but her expression revealed a hint of madness from time to time.

She seemed to look at the wizards on the trial seat with fear, without any fear.

The smile on the corner of his mouth obviously represented ridicule and contempt.

Besides that, there was a boy of seventeen or eighteen, who, unlike the three, looked utterly petrified, trembling, with straw-colored hair hanging over his face, and freckled skin as pale as a The paper was Barty Crouch Jr.

He looked like a student who just graduated from Hogwarts. If he didn't know that he was the most cunning and purest Death Eater, Ivan would have thought that he was a boy like the brother next door who unfortunately got involved in this in trial.

Ivan looked at Barty Crouch Jr., hoping to see something, but there was nothing.

No wonder he was able to gain Voldemort's trust. This acting skill and city government alone are not something ordinary people can have.

He probably thought his father would let him off the hook, as long as he acted as innocent as possible.

But little Barty was going to be disappointed, and Ivan noticed that Mr. Crouch didn't even look at him.

Crouch now probably hated his son to death. When the war ended and he was about to become the minister of the Ministry of Magic, this situation suddenly appeared. He estimated that he had to get rid of his relationship with Barty Jr. as soon as possible.

In this regard, Crouch's cold-blooded and cruel beyond imagination.

I have to say, this family is really scary...

This is a typical Slytherin, a typical family of pure-blood wizards who can give up everything for power.

But they will plot behind the scenes, such as secretly saving their son from Azkaban.

After seeing Little Barty, the slender witch next to Mr. Crouch started to shake back and forth, covered her mouth with a handkerchief and sobbed, looking very sad and sad, with all the expressions written on her face.

Crouch stood up directly, looking down at the four people, with extreme hatred on his face.

"You were brought before the Magical Law Committee and the Wizengamot Special Judgment Seat to await sentencing!" He spoke clearly, but his body couldn't help shaking, "Your crimes are so vile..."

"Father!" the straw-haired boy yelled, unable to hold back his tears. "Father, please..."

"An act of cruelty uncommon in the cases before this court." Mr. Crouch raised his voice over his son's. "We have heard the charges against you. The four of you kidnapped an Auror. Frank Longbottom used the Cruciatus Curse on him, trying to find out from him the whereabouts of your master, that mysterious man..."

"Father, I didn't!" screamed the boy tied to the chair, "I didn't, I swear, Father, I'm innocent, I just happened to be there, don't send me back to the dementors... "

"The accusation continues!" roared Mr. Crouch, his expression indifferent. "Frank Longbottom refused to provide information, and you used the Cruciatus Curse on his wife. You conspired to bring You-Know-Who back, and you tried to restore him to the days when you were powerful." that violent life. And now I'm asking a jury on the four of them..."

"Mother!" the boy yelled, and the skinny witch next to Crouch sobbed and rocked back and forth, "Mother, stop him, Mother, I didn't do those things, it wasn't me!"

His mother cried harder and kept wiping her tears with a handkerchief, but she didn't speak.

"Now I ask the jury to vote!" Mr. Crouch said loudly. "Anyone who agrees with me that these crimes should be sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban, please raise your hand!"

The wizards on the right side of the dungeon raised their hands in unison, and the audience around them applauded like they did during the trial of Bagman, with cruel triumphant expressions on their faces.

Barty Crouch Jr. began screaming, echoing through the courtroom.

"No! Mother, no! It wasn't me, it wasn't me, I don't know! Don't send me there, stop him!"

The dementor walked in slowly again, and the boy's three companions stood up from their chairs in silence.

Bellatrix looked up and shouted to Crouch, "The Dark Lord will come back, throw us into Azkaban, we wait! He will come back to save us, and he will reward us with a special reward! Only We are loyal! Only we manage to find him!"

But little Barty Crouch was trying to get rid of the dementors, even though their icy pull was beginning to work on him.

The audience laughed, and some stood up.

"I am your son!" he shouted to Crouch, "Your son!"

"You are not my son!" Crouch roared, his eyes suddenly protruding outwards, his expression ferocious.

Focusing on Barty Crouch Jr. for the first time, exclaiming, "I don't have a son!"

The thin witch gasped and collapsed on the stool.

She passed out, and Crouch didn't seem to notice.

"Take them away!" he snarled at the dementor, spitting, "Take them away, and let them rot there!"

"Father! Father, I didn't participate! Don't! Don't! Father, please!" Little Barty struggled.

But to no avail, he was mercilessly dragged down by the dementors.

Ivan stood up, pulled Harry and ran down, he wanted to see the scene before they were sent to Azkaban.

Not surprisingly, Sirius was there too.

Chapter 681 Sirius and the Cold

Ivan and Harry followed and took two steps forward, seeing four Death Eaters being led by the dementors and disappearing into the shadows in the distance.